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11 • Nicolo
No one could fault Italians and their parties, and Count Adolfo De Rossi’s seventy-seventh birthday did not fail to meet expectations, flowing as it was with good food and even better wine; guests tipsily singing the happy birthday song as caterers set a three-tiered cake in front of the old man, who blew at the candles and chuckled mirthfully when only two sputtered out.
Then came the gifts, where Nico set his in f
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